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Each tune he whispered was like a band-aid on her broken heart, soothing like when your mom kisses a scar all better.
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The ride to Joe’s wasn’t very long but Frankie was glad that she took Pete’s offer. It was unnaturally cold for October and she was pretty sure that frostbite would not look good on her. She frowned at her reflection in the window. God, how had she had let herself get so ugly. There were two big purple bags under her eyes from her insomniac tendencies. Every streetlight they passed caused a glimmer in the corner of her eyes and she could almost see the girl she used to be screaming to get out. Happy once. Smiling once. Beautiful once.
Patrick watched over her shoulder as she stared unhappily at the passing world. There was so much history hidden in her, he could tell. The way she analyzed everything. The way she tried to make sense of every word, every syllable said to her. Joe’s cousin. She’s Joe’s cousin. He had to desperately remind himself. There was surely a rule about wanting your friend’s relatives. He didn’t know why but, to him, she was fascinating.
Pete whistled merrily. Frankie Trohman. Ten years since he last saw her. It was true. She was so different. No more pigtails and silly grins. No more gap-toothed giggles and bouncy excitement. If anything, she seemed sadder. Like she’d lost something as she grew up. There wasn’t the same spark as she once had.
The radio was blaring, which made conversation pretty much impossible. Frankie recognized the band playing. She smiled to herself and began singing quietly.
‘Sat outside my front window,’ She resonated, ‘This story’s going somewhere.’
Patrick’s eyes lit up. He could hear her very faint, very beautiful voice pouring as a melody from her curled back crimson lips. Her singing was angelic.
‘You like this song?’ Patrick asked, startling her
‘Oh, sorry.’ She blushed, ‘Was I singing too loud?’
‘No, oh no,’ He shook his head, and saw Pete silently laughing out of the corner of his eye, ‘You sing amazingly… You... You like this band?’
She nodded.
‘I have all of their albums,’ She grinned, ‘Fall Out Boy are awesome’
‘Score!’ Pete mumbled to himself, beaming
Frankie loved Fall Out Boy. They helped her through some really shitty times. She listens to the Take This To Your Grave album daily as part of her morning ritual. She’d never got around to seeing them live. As much as she’d love too, it was difficult to find a babysitter for her little sister Carrie.
‘Well,’ Pete looked in the rear-view mirror, ‘It’s nice to meet fans.’
Frankie cocked an eyebrow at him, confused. Patrick could see the second Pete’s words sank in. Her jaw dropped.
‘NO FREAKIN WAY!’ She screeched, causing Pete to swerve dangerously in the road
‘Jesus!’ He cried, ‘Give a guy some warning, sheesh.’
‘You guys are in Fall Out Boy?’ She asked, eyes twinkling
‘Uh.. Yeah’ Patrick said, slowly, ‘Didn’t you know?’
‘Would I be screaming if I did?’ She giggled
‘Hold up, your cousin is in Fall Out Boy and you have no idea?’ Pete questioned, snickering
‘Joe’s in Fall Out Boy?’ Her eyes lit up once more
‘I’ll take that as a no’ He shook his head.
Frankie couldn’t believe it. All those years spent slowly healing to ‘Pretty in Punk’ and ‘Dead On Arrival’ and now she’s sat within reaching distance of the greatest band alive. She was blushing furiously but she didn’t care. She was in love with the lead singer’s voice. Each tune he whispered was like a band-aid on her broken heart, soothing like when your mom kisses a scar all better.
‘Who…’ She began, an even deeper red setting in her cheeks, ‘Who... sings?’
Pete chuckled outrageously hard as if there was an in-joke that she wasn’t getting.
‘Isn’t it obvious?’ Pete pulled into a small car park in front of a tall, gray building. ‘Our Tricky here is a musical freaking genius’
Amazingly, Patrick became redder than she was. She stared at him for an uncomfortably long time. He was just as she imagined he would be from listening to their music. Shy and reserved. Passionate but modest. Handsome and friendly. Perfect.
‘I…’ She began, moving her gave once more to her feet, ‘I love your voice’
The second she looked up their eyes locked. They stole a moment and held it between them.
‘Here we are,’ Pete grinned, ‘That’ll be six dollars fifty miss.’
She looked away from the hauntingly, deep blue eyes and turned to Pete.
‘Thanks,’ She opened her door and stepped out, ‘But I’m not paying you, Pete’
The two boys climbed out and locked the car.
‘Why not?’ Pete pouted, arms crossed
‘Patrick’s car, Patrick’s gas, Patrick’s money,’ She nodded after each point for emphasis.
‘Oh no,’ Patrick argued, ‘It’s cool, we were coming here anyway so… no extra cost really’
‘Thanks, but I still feel bad about it’ She rubbed her elbow
‘It’s no problem.’ He smirked and her heart skipped a beat
She liked Patrick. He was very nice. Even when he knocked her over earlier, she admits, she was smitten. He had the kindest expressions and this certain tone in his voice that was mysteriously calming. Pete linked his arm in hers.
‘This way madam’ His bad English accent returning
Patrick shrugged and followed close behind, appreciating that Pete was there because he knew that if he was alone he definitely would not have the confidence to talk to her. She was pretty and so remarkable that he already knew that she was way out of his league. He sighed, quite enough so that the others didn’t hear. This was going to be interesting.
Patrick watched over her shoulder as she stared unhappily at the passing world. There was so much history hidden in her, he could tell. The way she analyzed everything. The way she tried to make sense of every word, every syllable said to her. Joe’s cousin. She’s Joe’s cousin. He had to desperately remind himself. There was surely a rule about wanting your friend’s relatives. He didn’t know why but, to him, she was fascinating.
Pete whistled merrily. Frankie Trohman. Ten years since he last saw her. It was true. She was so different. No more pigtails and silly grins. No more gap-toothed giggles and bouncy excitement. If anything, she seemed sadder. Like she’d lost something as she grew up. There wasn’t the same spark as she once had.
The radio was blaring, which made conversation pretty much impossible. Frankie recognized the band playing. She smiled to herself and began singing quietly.
‘Sat outside my front window,’ She resonated, ‘This story’s going somewhere.’
Patrick’s eyes lit up. He could hear her very faint, very beautiful voice pouring as a melody from her curled back crimson lips. Her singing was angelic.
‘You like this song?’ Patrick asked, startling her
‘Oh, sorry.’ She blushed, ‘Was I singing too loud?’
‘No, oh no,’ He shook his head, and saw Pete silently laughing out of the corner of his eye, ‘You sing amazingly… You... You like this band?’
She nodded.
‘I have all of their albums,’ She grinned, ‘Fall Out Boy are awesome’
‘Score!’ Pete mumbled to himself, beaming
Frankie loved Fall Out Boy. They helped her through some really shitty times. She listens to the Take This To Your Grave album daily as part of her morning ritual. She’d never got around to seeing them live. As much as she’d love too, it was difficult to find a babysitter for her little sister Carrie.
‘Well,’ Pete looked in the rear-view mirror, ‘It’s nice to meet fans.’
Frankie cocked an eyebrow at him, confused. Patrick could see the second Pete’s words sank in. Her jaw dropped.
‘NO FREAKIN WAY!’ She screeched, causing Pete to swerve dangerously in the road
‘Jesus!’ He cried, ‘Give a guy some warning, sheesh.’
‘You guys are in Fall Out Boy?’ She asked, eyes twinkling
‘Uh.. Yeah’ Patrick said, slowly, ‘Didn’t you know?’
‘Would I be screaming if I did?’ She giggled
‘Hold up, your cousin is in Fall Out Boy and you have no idea?’ Pete questioned, snickering
‘Joe’s in Fall Out Boy?’ Her eyes lit up once more
‘I’ll take that as a no’ He shook his head.
Frankie couldn’t believe it. All those years spent slowly healing to ‘Pretty in Punk’ and ‘Dead On Arrival’ and now she’s sat within reaching distance of the greatest band alive. She was blushing furiously but she didn’t care. She was in love with the lead singer’s voice. Each tune he whispered was like a band-aid on her broken heart, soothing like when your mom kisses a scar all better.
‘Who…’ She began, an even deeper red setting in her cheeks, ‘Who... sings?’
Pete chuckled outrageously hard as if there was an in-joke that she wasn’t getting.
‘Isn’t it obvious?’ Pete pulled into a small car park in front of a tall, gray building. ‘Our Tricky here is a musical freaking genius’
Amazingly, Patrick became redder than she was. She stared at him for an uncomfortably long time. He was just as she imagined he would be from listening to their music. Shy and reserved. Passionate but modest. Handsome and friendly. Perfect.
‘I…’ She began, moving her gave once more to her feet, ‘I love your voice’
The second she looked up their eyes locked. They stole a moment and held it between them.
‘Here we are,’ Pete grinned, ‘That’ll be six dollars fifty miss.’
She looked away from the hauntingly, deep blue eyes and turned to Pete.
‘Thanks,’ She opened her door and stepped out, ‘But I’m not paying you, Pete’
The two boys climbed out and locked the car.
‘Why not?’ Pete pouted, arms crossed
‘Patrick’s car, Patrick’s gas, Patrick’s money,’ She nodded after each point for emphasis.
‘Oh no,’ Patrick argued, ‘It’s cool, we were coming here anyway so… no extra cost really’
‘Thanks, but I still feel bad about it’ She rubbed her elbow
‘It’s no problem.’ He smirked and her heart skipped a beat
She liked Patrick. He was very nice. Even when he knocked her over earlier, she admits, she was smitten. He had the kindest expressions and this certain tone in his voice that was mysteriously calming. Pete linked his arm in hers.
‘This way madam’ His bad English accent returning
Patrick shrugged and followed close behind, appreciating that Pete was there because he knew that if he was alone he definitely would not have the confidence to talk to her. She was pretty and so remarkable that he already knew that she was way out of his league. He sighed, quite enough so that the others didn’t hear. This was going to be interesting.
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